[There was also some angst in there too but-]

W-well I already told you most of it before.

[...by writing it on her forehead. He should probably say the words.]

I. Um. I...

[He makes a frustrated noise suddenly. Why is he so bad at talking about feelings?]

I like you a lot, alright? I like you, and I don't even want to think about how horribly wrong things could go in the future, because all I want to do is think about things right now.